While my interactions with the President and Mrs. Bush were not as exciting or intimate as Timothy’s were, they were great in their own [less glamorous] way.
I was not able to spend very much time at the clinic. Throughout the renovation process, there were moments when I really wished that I could be on-site, enjoying the work and excitement of helping the community (with the President!!!) However, with three little ones at home this is just not “my time”. Fortunately, there were many small ways that I could be involved.
When Timothy left early Saturday morning to prepare for the President’s arrival, I stayed home with a little boy who, for lack of a dignified way of describing it, perpetually LEAKED out his backside (and howled all.day.long). Suffice it to say it was one of the longer days in my life! By the afternoon, I decided that although Frederick seemed much better, it would probably be best for me to stay home from church with him. As I told Tim, he gave me a wide-eyed stare, willing me to understand him, and said, “Tomorrow is not the day to miss church.” Stare. Stare. Stare. OH. Um… ok… Well, I prayed pretty hard that night for a healthy boy in the morning! Obviously I wasn’t going to be able to go if Freddy was still sick. Even though I was pretty sure it was food poisoning, not anything contagious, visions of him dripping you know what all over Mrs Bush danced through my dreams. Thankfully, the next morning saw a healthy, happy little boy!
We arrived at church to see Secret Service agents all over the street. Because Tim had clearance and was friends with many of the security guys, we were able to park near the building. As we entered the church I was shocked to hear the SS guys tell Tim that they had saved seats for us… next to President and Mrs Bush! Now I was really praying! Never have I watched so diligently over a juice cup than I did during that church service!! (Don’t spill it down their backs. Don’t spill it down their backs. Don’t spill it down their backs!!!!!!) It was really pinch-me, unbelievable to sit and chat before church with them. I was also glad the kids got to meet them. Monica, upon being introduced, responded quite calmly, “Hi.” and returned to her book.
You can see us in church from 1:20-1:35
Sunday afternoon I sent a huge box of homemade cookies to the site for all the volunteers and Secret Service agents. I figured that President and Mrs Bush were probably not allowed to eat random, home cooked food, so it was fun to hear that they not only ate them, but the President personally carried them around to everyone. THAT batch of cookies was definitely worth the effort!
Monday morning we and about a dozen other missionaries from around Zambia were invited to have breakfast with President and Mrs Bush. President Bush explained why they had come to Kabwe and what they hoped to do for HIV/AIDS communities in the future. I really admired their down-to-earth approach and their commitment to leadership from the top down. That was a breakfast I will never forget!!
Later that afternoon I received the phone-call highlight of my week. During lunch President Bush asked Tim, “Where are my cookies??” Timothy called me and said, “I hope you have more cookies… because Someone is asking for more!” Fortunately, I DID have more (that’s what moms are for, right??) The kids and I navigated our way through the township, found the clinic, and brought the President his cookies. We were allowed to have a look around and meet many of the great people who were working on the site. Hearing, “Here comes Mama with the cookies!” from Mr President really made my day.
At the end of the project we were invited to an Independence Day party at the Ambassador’s house in Lusaka. It was slightly unreal to interact with real “celebrities” in such a casual environment! Monica made several determined attempts to get to them during the anthem. I was grateful for our friends, the Hamelryks, and all the extra hands that were available to keep track of Monica and Frederick!!! That evening brought the realization of what Tim had been doing for the last week. While I knew that he had the opportunity to spend “real” time with the President, I was still surprised to see the casual way they spoke to each other. I was gratified to see that all of Tim’s hard work was appreciated. Most of all I was happy to meet the many volunteers who worked with Tim and have become good friends.
I’m very grateful that we had this opportunity. I think I’m most grateful for the new friends we made. We were able to have several of the aids and Secret Service agents with us at the weekly neighborhood braai. It was nice to have a bit of AMERICA right there with us. They were all incredible people who it’s a pleasure to call friends.
and now, for those of you who’ve asked for the Presidential cookie recipe… I made quite a few different kinds, but from what I understand, he’s a peanut butter guy
President Bush Peanut Butter cookies… with adjustments for Africa….
1 cup butter
1 cup peanut butter (I used sort-of chunky… because that’s as smooth as the local brand gets!)
1 cup sugar + 1 tbs molasses (because the brown sugar out here is flavored with artificial syrup and oil!!)
1 tsp vanilla (mine is the homemade, vodka variety)
2 1/2 cups flour (I divided cake & bread flour to make an All Purpose substitute)
1 1/4 tsp baking soda
no salt! Because the local peanut butter is SUUUUUUUUUUUPER salty
Method: Preheat oven to 375. Beat butter and sugars until fluffy, beat in peanut butter, beat in eggs, stir in vanilla, fold in flour. Place 1 tsp balls on a cookie sheet and mash in a light criss-cross pattern with a fork. Bake 10-12 minutes. Remove from oven when they still look slightly unfinished. Cool 5 minutes then move to cooling rack.
So when President Bush comes to visit, you’ll be prepared with his favorite cookies!
Good Old Fashioned Hand Written Code by Eric J. Schwarz